Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

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"But why?" Cassandra asked. "1-why would they try to hurt me?" This is no longer like the simple scheming that she does with other people in the show business industry.

"I wouldn't know that," her manager said. "However... I am pretty certain that this wasn't a coincidence. They-perhaps even Mr. Horvath himself-must have created this trap."

"Then what should I do now?"

"I-I don't know. However, it is best that you talk to that-whoever it is that told you this idea would work."

Almost immediately, Cassandra's expression changed. She looked at her manager. "You knew?"

"Of course, I would know! I know that someone must have given you the courage to do something like that in exchange for something huge. Look-" her manager sighed. "Just please fix this. I will do my best to support you, but just please. please try to fix what you can fix."

Cassandra's lips trembled. At the end of the day, Olivier actually left her hanging! He was the one who promised her everything, yet now that they announced their engagement...

Cassandra sat down heavily on the couch, her mind swirling. She pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead, willing the pounding in her head to stop.

Olivier and Celeste had been so convincing that night.

She remembered it clearly. It had been a private dinner at an exclusive restaurant. The couple sat across from her. Celeste especially looked so friendly. She had a glass of wine in one hand, her expression calm and steady. She had leaned in slightly, dropping her voice as if sharing a secret too dangerous to say aloud.

"They're already married," she told her. "Liam and Isabella signed the papers months ago. It's a business arrangement. Nothing more."

Cassandra had blinked at her, struggling to process the information.

"They aren't planning to announce it," Celeste continued. "Too many complications. The media would dig into it. Shareholders would ask questions. The timing isn't right for them."

She remembered how she had set his glass down carefully before continuing.

"I know you care about Liam," she said. "I know you have for a long time. That's why I'm coming to you."

Cassandra had swallowed hard, her fingers tightening around her napkin.

Celeste smiled, just slightly. "This is an opportunity. For both of us."

She had explained it so neatly, so logically. If she pushed now-if she created enough doubt-Isabella would be forced to step away. The marriage would be exposed as a fraud. Liam, humiliated and cornered, would need a softer, safer image to clean up the scandal. Cassandra. The woman who stood by him. The woman the public already believed had a connection to him.

"You're beautiful and talented, and you have real public sympathy," Celeste said. "You're the perfect solution."

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staring down at the floor without seeing it. She had believed them. She had wanted to believe them. She had liked Liam.

He had to.

all of it was crashing down

of unity. Liam pulling Isabella into his arms, shielding her in front of the cameras, declaring

her stomach twist

Successfully unlocked!

uns was noty out an arrangement that was set up by Liam and Isabella's grandparents to protect each other's assets and that before this marriage, Isabella was with another

with nothing but a pile of broken promises and a future slipping

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they weren't even answering

her phone again with shaky hands. Her last

had gone unanswered, but Celeste might

and dialed Celeste's number. It rang twice, then went to

clenched her teeth and dialed again, more forcefully this

just ignore

clicked, then went silent again. Straight to

back and forth,

they won't talk to me, I'll talk to everyone. I'll tell the press. I'll tell them everything. I'll

"Drink. You need to calm down before you do anything stupid." Cassandra snatched the bottle without thinking. Her mouth was dry, her head pounding. She twisted off

back of her hand and turned back toward the

The edges of her vision blurred. Her

why?" she said, her voice barely above a

her face tight with something Cassandra couldn't name. "I'm

step forward, but her legs buckled. She collapsed onto the floor,

closed in was her manager kneeling beside her, picking up the phone carefully

Why? Just why?

woke with

bright, almost blinding. She blinked hard, trying to

her.

them. No windows. Only a single bed bolted

moved to sit up